Word: hashed
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Specialists' Hash. Steiger is convinced that architecture has failed to keep pace with technological progress and, as a result, is sacrificing its supremacy in the world abuilding. His answer has been to learn more basic technology himself, and to plug for more emphasis on balanced technological training in architectural schools...
Building by committee, says Steiger, leads to an undistinguished hash. "Today, when something must be built, a building committee is formed. The committee calls in specialists to work out their incompetent ideas. There's a specialist for concrete, a specialist for electrical engineering, a specialist for air conditioning, and finally what you might call a specialist for esthetics. That's the architect. All he gets to do is present the board with six or seven fagade projects, and the worst is picked...
...Hash Slingers & Barkeeps. The plight of Painter du Casse is typical of most Western artists. After getting an M.A. in art at the University of California on the G.I. bill, Du Casse took a year in Paris, polished off at Hans Hofmann's strong hold of abstract art in New York. But back in San Francisco with a wife and two children to support, Du Casse had to take a job as a furniture salesman, now paints only on his days...
...Restatement. Having thus dealt with the question publicly, the President turned to an effort to ease some of the congressional indigestion caused by the dinners. He lunched on successive days with leaders of the House and of the Senate, both Democrats and Republicans. For the Representatives there was quail hash (from birds sent to Ike by Georgians who were disturbed because he bagged only two on his February hunting holiday there) and for the Senators there was roast pheasant. For both there was a precisely detailed review of the U.S. position in the world by Secretary of State John Foster...
Following my own advice, I heaped my plate with at least a dozen concoctions. One was a colorful combination of cranberries and bananas, another was reminiscent of hash. The waiter informed me that it was, "Peppers, apples, meat, pickles, fish, carrots, potatoes, and perhaps more." It was probably the "perhaps" I didn't like. When I'd finished the cheeses, cold cuts, fishes, meats, and salads I returned to the smorgasbord table. I was scraping the bottom of the banana and cranberry bowl as a plump, seventyish woman in chet's attire bustled in to fill the dish...